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Young Tourists

We visited the old temple early, skipping breakfast, and arriving long before the tourists had left their hotels.

I pulled two home-made orange number 8 badges from the pocket of my shorts.

I leant over to pin yours to your chest, but embarrassed, I just handed it to you.

Not taking your eyes from mine, you swept back your thick blonde tresses and I felt my cheeks turn scarlet as your hand pinched your pink t-shirt just over your left breast to make way for the safety-pin.

All my instincts implored me to kiss you but my body could only reach out clumsily for your hand.

You giggled, noticing my nervousness; took my head in your hands and brought it slowly towards your lips, only to turn it at the very last minute, to kiss me lightly on the cheek.